Tony Kushner
Tony Kushner
Anthony Robert "Tony" Kushneris an American playwright and screenwriter. He received the Pulitzer Prize for Drama in 1993 for his play Angels in America: A Gay Fantasia on National Themes. He co-authored with Eric Roth the screenplay for the 2005 film Munich, and he wrote the screenplay for the 2012 film Lincoln, both critically acclaimed movies, for which received Academy Award nominations for Best Adapted Screenplay. For his work, he received a National Medal of Arts from President Barack Obama...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionScreenwriter
Date of Birth16 July 1956
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
I don't feel, finally, that my politics are entirely determined by the fact that I'm a gay man.
I tend to be sort of quiet and shy and awkward in social situations.
I work best after the deadline has passed, when I'm in a panic.
It has always seemed to me that Barack Obama has studied intensely and learned a great deal from Lincoln.
The computer, the noise of the computer feels like impatience. It's sort of the sound of impatience to me.
Unions are susceptible to the same ills that befall all human societies.
There's a way in which 'The Illusion' is a play about the theater.
You don't go to the movies to do historical research, unless it's historical research about the movies.
Gay writers now have both a sense of history and the fables that allows them to dwell in the realms of the ridiculous and at the same time talk seriously about things.
If you [c]annot find your [h]eart's desire in your own backyard, you never lost it to begin with
There are no gods here, no ghosts and spirits in America, there are no angels in America, no spiritual past, no racial past, there's only the political, and the decoys and the ploys to maneuver around the inescapable battle of politics.
We won't die secret deaths anymore. The world only spins forward. We will be citizens. The time has come. Bye now. You are fabulous creatures, each and every one. And I bless you: More Life. The Great Work Begins.
My whole life has conspired to bring me to this place, and I can’t despise my whole life.
What makes the voice pathetic is that it doesn't know what kind of people it's reaching. Us. No one hears it, except us. This Age wanted heroes. It got us instead: carefully constructed, but immobile. Subtle but, unfit to take up the burden of the times. It happens. A whole generation of washouts. History says stand up, and we totter and collapse, weeping, moved, but not sufficient.